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Daisy smiles faintly. She wants to believe it. She desperately wants to believe that how she is perceived is changing. Only time will tell.
“While we have a moment, and we seem to be in a good place, can we talk about us?” Daisy asks hesitantly.
Sloan tenses, turning her body away slightly but keeping her face toward Daisy.
Daisy lifts her eyes, meeting Sloan’s. Despite the sudden nerves rattling throughout her body, she relaxes in the seat, knowing what she is about to say is something she feels with all her heart. “I’m sorry for pushing you away. I have been terrified to let myself fall into this. Into us. I think I was trying to keep you at a distance so that I wouldn’t risk being hurt, and in doing so, I hurt you. I never meant to do that. I have feelings for you and have for a while. I hope you have, or still have, feelings for me. I would love nothing more than to give us a shot, and I hope you do, too.”
Sloan sucks in a breath as if there isn’t enough air in the lounge. She folds forward, placing her head between her knees. Daisy’s hand reaches out of its own volition and begins rubbing comforting circles over Sloan’s back. Daisy probably should have held off, but the urge to touch and comfort her was too much. Their brief moments of handholding have not satisfied her need to feel her.
Once Sloan has composed herself enough, her breath returning to normal, she sits up, taking Daisy’s hand in hers. She caresses the soft skin along the underside of Daisy’s wrist, sending goosebumps up her arm and down to her toes. Please. Please say you want this too. Sloan removes one hand, sliding it under Daisy’s hair and cradling the back of her neck. She leans forward, resting their foreheads together, and says, “I thought you’d never ask,” before her lips find Daisy’s in a gentle kiss.
CHAPTER 46
Sloan
Their lips meeting sets off fireworks inside Sloan’s body. She aches to feel her body against Daisy’s. Her skin tingles under her touch as Daisy’s hand slides up her arm and cups the side of her face. She’s been an idiot believing that Daisy wanted anything else but a real relationship. She needs more. Now. She needs her. All of her.
Sloan pulls away briefly, breathlessly whispering, “I need you.” Standing, she puts her hand out and Daisy clasps it without hesitation. Sloan leads her back to their room. “Did you plan for us to be roomed together?” she asks, the convenience of it finally dawning on her.
Daisy smirks. “Maybe.”
Sloan laughs for what feels like the first time in weeks. “My clever cupcake.”
“Being stuck together helped us the first time around. Thought it couldn’t hurt to try it again,” Daisy replies, smiling proudly at her little con.
Sloan swings her around, pushing Daisy’s back against the wall outside the door to their room. “You are too good,” she says, leaning into her and laying soft kisses at the base of her neck and along her collarbone.
Daisy’s hand fumbles behind her as she taps aimlessly, eager to land the keycard in the right spot. Eventually, a beep sounds, and with one hand grasping the back of Sloan’s shirt, she uses the other to push the door handle open, pulling them both inside. Sloan kicks the door closed behind them.
Daisy tosses the key card and uses both hands to bring Sloan’s face to hers. The kiss from the lounge has nothing on this one. It’s fueled with apology, passion, and promise. Daisy tilts her head and parts her lips, allowing Sloan to deepen the kiss. Sloan’s tongue meets hers as desire turns to hunger while her core heats.
Sloan’s hands caress Daisy’s body over her clothes, feeling every luscious curve. Too many clothes. There are too many clothes. She needs to feel her skin. Her hands find the bottom hem of Daisy’s shirt, pulling it up and over her head, revealing her plump breasts held in a sheer dark purple bra. Sloan steps back, marveling at her. “You are fucking gorgeous.” She leans forward, capturing Daisy’s already peaked nipple in her mouth, running her tongue along the delicious pebble through the mesh fabric, eliciting a soft whimper.
Daisy backs up, leading them to the bed. She puts a hand down to support herself, leans back, and uses her other hand to pull Sloan toward her. Sloan’s hands land on either side of Daisy’s head, and her mouth is instantly on Daisy again, devouring her like she has longed to do. Like she has ached to do. Her lips taste of the apple jam they sampled at the farm—sweet with a hint of cinnamon.
“Fucking perfect,” Sloan groans as she moves down Daisy’s body, kissing and nipping her way down her neck, stopping at her perfect breasts, and following the path to her stomach. She stops at the waist of Daisy’s pants. “Tell me you want this. That you want us.”
“Please, Sloan.”
“I need you to tell me. I need to hear you say it.”
“Princess…” she says, her voice husky with desire. Sloan’s core heats with her nickname from Daisy’s delicious mouth. Daisy starts again, “Princess. I need you. I want you. I want us. Now, stop stalling and fuck me until we forget our names.”
Sloan unzips Daisy’s pants, nipping at the freshly revealed and sensitive flesh before she hooks her thumbs into the waistband. “As you wish, cupcake.” Daisy raises her hips, allowing Sloan to pull her pants down. Noticing the matching sheer underwear, Sloan’s breath hitches. “You are so beautiful it hurts.”
“It hurts?”
“It pains me how beautiful you are. You take my breath away,” Sloan explains before positioning herself between Daisy’s legs. “So fucking beautiful,” she breathes into Daisy’s hot pussy. Sloan slides her tongue along Daisy’s plump seam. “And already so wet for me.”
“Always.”
Sloan opens her mouth wide and plants it over Daisy’s cunt and groans as she breathes out, sending heated vibrations to her core. Daisy moans above her, raising her hips, seeking more.
Using two fingers, Sloan pulls aside the fabric. She runs a finger along her wet seam, teasing the sensitive flesh.
“Please,” Daisy begs. “More. Now.”
As much as she wants to draw this out, to pull out each thread of pleasure from Daisy one strand at a time, Sloan knows she needs this too. Sloan’s tongue licks hungrily at Daisy’s pussy, lapping up her delicious juices. Her free hand parts Daisy’s plump lips, settling at the top as they find her sensitive clit and flick gently while her tongue plunges into her wet cunt. Goddess, she is like a succulent fruit, juices flowing down her chin. Sloan can’t get enough. Her head spins with desire as she devours her like she will never eat again.
